You were gathering firewood pretty late tonight, picking up worthy looking branches from the forest floor, when a sudden snap of a twig makes you spin around in alarm.

There in the shadows stands a very large and very exhausted looking man. His clothes were filthy and stained from his untreated wounds, his body covered in slick wet mud and scars.

The sight of him made your eyes widen but before you could say a word he grabs hold of your wrist and leads you through the woods, until you find an unresponsive woman perched up against a large tree.

"Please do something" he croaks at you.

You crouch before her to check if she's conscious, but the smell of rot hits your nose immediately. The woman's skin is ice cold and visibly decaying, her jaw hanging wide open as buzzing flies swarm around her head.

From looks alone you can tell she must've passed days ago. The man looks down at you pleadingly, his voice cracking as he speaks.

"Please...you are the first person I've seen in these woods for days, I need you to help her...I need you to save my Mother"